Brother
Born of the same parents
Raised by them too
Open to discussion
Thorough thru and thru
Helpful but not hopeful
Earnest if not open
Raconteur to all he knows
stormy weather
I miss seeing the curl to your hair,
your low voice in my ear often,
the smell of you, the taste
of ice cream on Sunday,
a hand on my hip,
lips at my throat,
my name being whispered
just so, and then
you’re there and I’m
no longer alone.
#19 Set in Space
Not lost, just uplifted in new territory.
Not fearful at the open unknown,
feeling a sacred bond with those who since history began,
adventured ahead of their clan.
How does one explain their view,
when there is nothing to reference too?
“Stark, peculiar, with glorious lines,
a tribute to absence with ancient designs.”.
No explorer truly knows if they are the first there,
as the universe is vast!
Bravely seeking potential in a new somewhere,
if not there first, each trip their risk is being the last.
Not in the least
Claims made by
fishermen
politicians
guys on a prom date
can be taken
at their word
if the words are
unspoken
firsthand
supported by three
corroborating
witnesses
backed up by video
duly notarized
void
where prohibited
or English is spoken
and understood
words to the wise from
folks in the know
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd
Entropy (poem 23)
Separate selves
entwined in entropy
glassware on the edge of the table
photographs turned backward
light shines through inverting
memories of lost cities
dreaming spires reaching toward God
In the morning we rise, shower, comb our hair
follow the routine like stations of the cross
and guide ourselves into tombs
hoping for a miracle to cast these stones aside
Consumer
I go shopping
to buy stuff
I don’t need,
I don’t need
to go shopping
to buy stuff.
To go shopping
I don’t need
to buy stuff.
To buy stuff
I don’t need
to go shopping.
22. The Rococo Narrative
Unsolicited elegance. “just paint your picture and be done with it”
she says. Unamused, not impressed. “I do despise this dress with the lowest of my being”
she’ll scoff, and reach for the decanter. “Madame, you mustn’t move, I must capture your essence”
aye sir, you capture her essence, and aye, sir a portrait can speak a myriad of words
But are they mine, sir?
she turns, the writer she’s invited to entertain her on this errand that some father’s suitor has put her to, it’s the writer that has caught as they say ‘the rub’.
Aye, sir, the artist has the eye for capturing beauty in a moment.
But tell me what you see that eyes can’t. (and now he has her attention)
I see
Something wild. And flourishing, like the crimson wildflowers of the banks in the Heart of Darkness. I see a beautiful something that has been harnessed for posterity’s sake (curse posterity and the sake of his libation) harnessed and shaped into something, while fetching,
is more like a cage than a display. She is not to be displayed. Why, the only thing I see that you maybe have put in perspective for the rest of the populace, sir,
(and now for reasons unbeknownst even to himself he finds himself in the throes of a tiff)
is the manner in which she folds the front of her satin! Godssake man! The wildest part of her that we can see is the crumpled fabric held begrudgingly in her grasp. In the whiteness of her knuckles, which, by the grace of Odin himself seem to have escaped the sculpting of your oils on this canvas!
The writer, exasperated, throws himself onto the Louis XV loveseat that pretentiously slides, screeching on the tile in exclamation (the dogs have since started and stopped barking due to the passion of the writer’s exposition). Applying pressure to his temples with thumb and forefinger, a hand accentuates a visor over the eyes.
“just paint your picture and be done with it”
Prompt for Hour Twenty Three
Write a poem about someone or something you miss. The fact that you miss this person or thing can be mentioned in the poem or it can be left out.
Living water of love
You gave me the inspiration to go on.
After so many storms
In my life
You gave me Rainbows
19. Are you afraid?
Are You Afraid or are you in love?
In one case you will be more afraid
and in the other, you will receive a bunch of money
Are You Afraid or are you in love?
You can’t be both you know